#eddie munson x reader cute

[munsonshire]

Cuddling with Eddie

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff

Masterlist

He's touch starved, same as Steve, but whereas Steve doesn't really like touching other people, Eddie is extremely touchy, with the people he knows. He ignores the concept of personal space half of the time and loves being close to those he trusts.

Will love it if you ask him for cuddles, he'll basically drag you to bed and make you his teddy bear

Moves around a lot until he gets into a comfortable position

Makes sure that his hair doesn't get all over your face

Its the kind of person that would ask you if you're asleep if you've been quiet for a long time, then apologize profusely if he woke you up

He LOVES to talk, a lot, about any of his interests, dates to take you to, gossip, ANYTHING. Sometimes he worries that he's talking too much so he'll stop mid-sentence to see if you want him to continue, and you obviously do so you ask him to keep on and he gets super excited

He likes to give little kisses to any exposed skin that he can see

Likes to be the little spoon

But he also likes to have your head on his chest

Lots of I love yous and sweet nothings

Dies when you call him pet names

Always wants to cuddle

Even if the bed is too small and you two don't fit

Will whine a lot if you push him away bc of some reason, like going to the bathroom

Likes it when you rub his tummy and kiss his upper chest

He's a freaking puppy

Eddie would likely respect your personal boundaries and preferences during cuddling, ensuring that you feel comfortable and at ease.

[littlexdeaths]

whiplash - e.m.

eddie munson x fem reader

warnings: teeny tiny violence, reader has a panic attack, eddie is the sweetest, eddie and reader are in college

a/n: this is absolutely inspired by my first experience being shoved into a mosh pit at an avenged sevenfold concert when i was a wee teen. i hope you enjoy xx.

also shout out to my love @xxbimbobunnyxx for helping me with the title and some of the dialogue, and my bby @undead-supernova for beta reading for me. ILY BOTH SO MUCH 💕

hot, sweaty bodies were pressed against you at all angles, nearly suffocating you. at this point you couldn’t even see the band playing on the stage, a sea of taller bodies now blocking your view.

when your best friend asked you to attend a metallica concert with her you didn’t exactly know what to expect.

but this definitely wasn’t it.

the small venue was packed, the air filled with the smell of sweat, marijuana and cigarettes. your choice of a leather jacket felt incredibly stupid as it was now tied around your waist due to the growing heat surrounding you.

your palms felt clammy as they clutched onto the hem of your friend’s shirt. the constant moving of the crowd seems to pull her farther and farther away from you. until the swirling pit of metalheads swallowed you both whole, losing sight of her head of blonde hair instantly.

your panicked shouts of her name were drowned out by the screech of an electric guitar— your body now being shoved around to the chants of ‘pounding out aggression.’ the song eerily fitting as you see a ringed fist connecting with another man’s jaw.

your heart is beating in your ears, that familiar feeling of panic washing over you as you continue to be shoved around like a rag doll amongst the group of men. until you somehow landed on top of someone… who had been knocked to the ground only moments before you.

before you have time to react a large hand quickly wraps around your forearm, yanking you up and out of the dizzying circle of death. you all but let the stranger carry you through the crowd. the male shoving past throngs of people until you’ve safely reached the back of the bar.

you barely register his voice as you lean against the brick wall, chest rising and falling at an embarrassingly fast rate. your eyes squeeze shut as you attempt to get your breathing under control. those same hands that pulled you out now rest carefully on your shoulders, helping to ground you.

“hey sweetheart, you alright?”

his face finally comes into focus as you blink your eyes open, your heart now beating against your ribs for a completely different reason.

he was painstakingly gorgeous, full lips lifting up into a soft, dimpled smile. “there she is— hey man can i get some water?”

he slaps his hand on the bar top, the clear liquid sloshing out as a glass is slid over to him. his chunky rings clink against the side when he grips it, now holding it up to your lips.

“it’ll help, trust me.” you gladly take the glass from him, gulping down the lukewarm tap water.

“thank you…” you mumble, setting the now empty glass back on the bar and wiping the corners of your mouth. you mentally forceyourself to stay put, despite the bigger part of you wanting to run out of the bar from sheer embarrassment.

“are you here by yourself?” he asks and you shake your head in reply before resting it against the brick wall behind you.

the brunette seems to be studying you while you take in some slow but shaky deep breaths. letting yourself do the same as your heart begins to return to a normal rhythm.

even in the muted light you can see his dark curls were damp with perspiration, bangs sticking to his forehead. no doubt from being in the middle of that pit for quite a while. his cut off band tee showed off an extensive collection of tattoos. that soft smile morphs into a small smirk, as you realize you’ve been gawking at him.

calming breaths long forgotten.

“you can g-go back out there… w-wouldn’t want to keep you from the show.” you fumble over your words, now finding the sticky floor and your beat up sneakers far more interesting than the gorgeous metalhead before you.

the male chuckles, casually resting his shoulder against the wall next to you. his hot breath fans over your cheek when he leans in closer, “not a chance, sweetheart. until we find your friends, you’re stuck with me.”

you glance back up at him, surprise crossing your features. you knew most people would gladly leave you behind in the shadows, especially considering the band that’s owning the stage. that sentiment alone makes the butterflies raging your insides flutter even faster. the chaos of the crowd is now forgotten as he grins sweetly down at you.

“i’m eddie, by the way.”

the music has seemingly gotten louder since the two of you left the crowd, now having to shout your name back in reply despite the lack of space between you. his smile only widens as you turn to face him fully, crossing your arms over your chest.

“and what is a fair maiden like yourself, doing in a place like this?”

you can’t stop the giggle from leaving your lips as he gestures dramatically around the dingy bar before his dark eyes are back on you.

“oh no reason at all… just needed a study break.” he can tell from the ride the lightning t-shirt adorning your frame that you’re teasing him, but he plays along anyway.

“so you stumble into a random metal concert, only to get caught in a circle of death? that’s quite the break, sweetheart.” he nudges your foot with his own, earning another giggle from you.

“something like that, yeah.”

he hums in response, running a hand through his unruly curls, “duly noted— i’ll have to take study breaks like that more often.”

the two of you quickly fall into easy conversation, no longer paying attention to the concert goers surrounding you.

despite having only met him less than half an hour ago, you both seem quite comfortable with each other. any embarrassment from your small panic attack now a fleeting memory as he tosses his head back with laughter. the sound warming you from the inside, out.

“gotta say i’m a little shocked, first show and you’re already hitting the pits like a pro.” he jokes, leaning in a little closer to you. the scent of his spicy cologne washes over you, making your head spin, “practically took that guy out by sitting on him.”

you groan in embarrassment, playfully shoving his shoulder as he laughs again.

“i’ll have you know i’m quite fond of the music… just not the…” you gesture towards the sea of bodies that are jumping, shoving and headbanging to for whom the bell tolls.

“moshing?” he finishes for you, as you nod sheepishly.

before he has a chance to say anything else, a loud squeal fills your ears as a body slams into you at full force. nearly knocking you over in the process.

“there you are, babes! i’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

earlier you would’ve been relieved to hear your best friend’s voice, but now you can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. hoping your emotions aren’t written across your face, but she doesn’t seem to notice. she’s a little too preoccupied with staring at the male leaning next to you.

“now who is this?” her tone is overly playful, wiggling her eyebrows at you suggestively.

before she can embarrass you further, you elbow her in the ribs. effectively stopping anything else from leaving her mouth besides a little huff.

“eddie munson, certified mosh pit rescuer at your service ladies.”

he does a little half bow, causing both of you to break into a fit of giggles.

“wow… a modern day knight in shining armor huh?” she teases but seems impressed nonetheless, “wish i had a hot guy to pull me out of there, i basically had to army crawl my way out.”

even in the shitty bar lighting you can see his cheeks are tinted pink from her compliment, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“it was nothing really, just happy to help.” he shrugs before pushing himself off the wall, sliding his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans.

“modest too? where did you find him?” she gushes, gently bumping her hip into yours. “and does he have a brother?” she whispers that part to you, ignoring the way you roll your eyes at her.

“well i see you’re in good hands now, sweetheart, i hope you enjoy the rest of the show.”

as he turns to leave you feel your friend shove you forward, giving you a look that screams, ‘are you insane? don’t let him get away!’

“eddie, wait!” you shout, gently tugging on the male’s wrist before he gets too far. that dimple making another appearance as he turns back to you.

“miss me already?” eddie teases, fully enjoying the flustered look that crosses your features.

“i uh, i-i’d really like to thank my knight in shining armor properly… maybe over coffee?” you nervously chew on your lower lip, praying that you didn’t read this entire interaction wrong.

but seeing his face light up squashes any doubt, watching as he grabs a pen off the bar. holding the cap between his teeth as he takes your hand, scribbling his phone number onto your palm with a satisfied grin.

“looking forward to it, sweetheart.”

he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before disappearing into the rowdy crowd.

tagging some moots who seemed interested 💛

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[fairylights-throughthemist]

So High School

Best Friend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: first time writing, fluff, making out, reader sits on Eddie’s lap.

A/N: Eeek!!! My first time writing! I know it’s nowhere near perfect and I wanted it to be longer but this will have to do for now.

Inspired by “So High School” by Taylor Swift.

You and Eddie had been friends since your freshman year. Since then it has become a tradition to have a movie night on friday after school and today was no exception. Sprinting out of school when the final bell rings, jumping into Eddie’s van and blasting his newest favorite song.

Despite being best friends with the school drug dealer you’d never tried drugs of any kind. Eddie wanted to keep it that way but he also really wanted to get high together with you.

Now here you are, laying with your head in Eddie’s lap, watching him smoke. Seeing the way his soft, plump lips wrap around the blunt makes your question slip out easily.

“Can I try?”

He looks down at you with a questioning look.

“Really?”

Eagerly nodding your head he passes you the blunt and you look up at him with pleading eyes.

“You’ve watched me smoke for years and you still don’t know what to do huh?”

“Just tell me what to do Eddie!”

About half an hour later and switching positions every few minutes you finally found a comfortable one. You’ve got your feet in Eddie’s lap while he stares at you.

“Eddie.”

No response.

“Eddieeeeee.”

Still no response.

“Edssssssss” you whined while kicking your feet in his lap.

“Whaaaattttt?”

“Do you wanna play kiss, marry, kill?”

“I don’t think I have a choice, princess.”

“You go first!”

“Hmmm… Steve, Jason aaaannddd… Billy”

“Kill Jason, obviously. Kiss Billy and I guess I’ll marry Steve!”

“Interesting… Your turn, sweetheart.”

“Chrissy, Tammy anddd Mrs. Wheeler!”

“Jesus Christ how much weed did I give you.” He said under his breath, which you giggled at.

“Answer the question, Munson.”

“Fuck uhm, I guess I’ll kill Tammy, I would not survive hearing her sing for more than I’m forced to. Chrissy… Hmm marry Chrissy and kiss Mrs. Wheeler.”

“Marry Chrissy?”

“You jealous, sweetheart?” He said with his signature Munson smirk.

“What! No! What do you mean?”

A few rounds later you really felt the weed affect your thoughts. You couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie. I mean how could you when he’s just sitting there looking perfect. His soft lips, his unruly hair, his pretty brown eyes and the way he smells. My God the way he smells. Like cigarettes, his old spice deodorant and some of Wayne’s cologne. Most of all he smells like Eddie, no other way of describing it.

The weed makes your thoughts swirl together, making the following easier to say.

“Tina, Sarah and… me.”

“You?”

You look at him with pleading eyes. He glances at your lips and asks “Are you serious?” instead of answering his question you press your lips against his.

His lips feel even softer than they look. When you finally broke the kiss you felt too shy to even look at him. You didn’t have time to let your thoughts flow freely as you felt him grab your chin and ask “Is this okay?”. The second you nodded his lips were on yours again. This time you felt him gently asking for permission to let his tongue into your mouth. His action made you gasp and the two of you naturally started making out. At some point Eddie helped you switch positions so you were straddling his lap.

Even while making out with your crush and grinding on him you couldn’t stop your bad thoughts from taking over. “What if i’m a bad kisser?”, “Does he even like me like that?”, “When did he learn how to kiss like this?”, “Oh God, was his first kiss with Chrissy?”.

Your thought process was quickly interrupted by a groan coming from the man whose lap you were on. You thought that might’ve been the hottest sound ever.

He grabbed your hips and pushed you down on his now very noticeable, boner. His action made you whimper.

“Fuuucckkk.”

Later

Laying on the couch, on top of Eddie, you think back on the events of today and remember something to tease him about.

“You never answered my question.”

“What?”

“Are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me?”

He answers by kissing your lips once again, when you separate he chuckles and says “Mrs. Munson”, which you blush at and hide your face in his neck.

A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading 🥹

[munson-blurbs]

for the meet-cute event, can you write a blurb about Eddie meeting an introverted girl who also likes dungeons and dragons? maybe he sees a D20 pin on her bag or they're in a game store and he strikes up a conversation there? ❤️ love u bestie, im so glad you began writing fanfic because I wouldn't have met you or red and then we wouldn't be married

Your meet cute happens in a Creative Writing class (featuring the College AU Eddie I know you adore)!

CW: College AU, shy!Reader WC: 542 Divider credit to @hellfire--cult

You loved the first day of the semester. Everything was just so new. New courses, new professors, even the crisp new syllabi had you excited for the next sixteen weeks. 

Nerdy? Perhaps. But you embraced it wholeheartedly. 

Your first class today was an elective: Creative Writing. Something to help balance out the heavier courses you needed for your major. 

Sliding into an empty desk in the second row, you took a fresh notebook and a blue pen out of your backpack and placed the bag on the floor. The D20 pin on the front pocket pinged when it touched the metal table leg.  

“Holy shit!”

You whipped around to see a lanky, curly-haired guy leaning out of his seat from the back row. He looked at your bag, then up at you.

“Is that a D20?” His chocolate brown eyes were alight with excitement. 

Nodding, you forced yourself to focus on making conversation instead of how good looking this man was. You allowed your gaze to linger long enough to notice the litany of tattoos that decorated his arms. Bats, some sort of marionette…

The guy grinned. “You, uh you play?”

Another nod. Christ, say something. “Y-Yeah. I mean, I have a group back home. I don’t really know anyone here who plays,” you stuttered, hoping he couldn’t sense your nervousness. He was cute. Really cute.

He stretched out his hand, not caring that he bumped the arm of the person sitting in front of him. “Well, now you do. Eddie Munson, Dungeon Master. At your service.”

You took his hand and shook it, his grip firm but kind and his palm callused. Did you hold onto it for too long? Oh my God, you definitely did, and you definitely made things awkward.

To your surprise–and relief–Eddie didn’t jerk back in disgust. Nor did he look at you with any sort of pity. Instead, he leaned back in his seat with a knowing smile. “I’m starting up another campaign this week,” he said. “Our group meets Thursdays in the Porter Hall common room, second floor, at six PM. And we always order pizza or something so we don’t, y’know, starve to death.”

His dramatics brought a smile to your own face. “It would be pretty hard to slaughter our enemies on empty stomachs.”

“Exactly.” Eddie pointed a ringed finger at you. “I’m nothing if not a fair leader.”

“I can bring snacks, too,” you offered. It was the least you could do, considering he had extended the invitation to join in the first place.

Eddie placed a hand on his heart in exaggerated appreciation. “An angel on Earth. I’ll never turn down snacks. And if you got some of those ruffly potato chips, you’d be my personal hero.” 

“I think I can do that.”

“Great.” Eddie looked like he had more to say, but the professor walked in then, so he just let out a sigh. “Let me walk you back to the dorms after class? I’d love to discuss some campaign ideas with a fellow DnD nerd.”

Your top tooth dug into your lower lip as you nodded again. Something fluttered in your stomach that couldn’t be satiated with ruffly potato chips. 

The end of the lecture wouldn’t arrive fast enough. 

--

[storiesbyrhi]

IT MEANS SOMETHING

Eddie Munson x Reader 1,606 words

Warnings: recreational drug use.

Synopsis: A short meet-cute featuring crossed paths, Argyle's weed, probable soulmates, and Fangoria magazine.

Author’s Note: Set in 1990. No Upside Down AU.

He is the last to get on the train. Patiently waiting his turn. Smiling politely at the other commuters. You watch him step off the platform into the carriage. He opts to stand against one of the poles, letting others take the vacant seats. He surveys his surroundings. It is at this moment his eyes lock with yours.

Instead of pretending like you’d only just glanced at him or nodding a casual acknowledgment, you look away too quickly. You feel yourself flush.

As the train finally pulls into your stop, you’ve used all your willpower not to look back his way. All that willpower amounts to little; as you stand, preparing to leave, you feel him staring. His gaze pulls yours back to him.

He flashes a brilliant smile, then ducks out the opening doors before you can clock his blushing cheeks.

You’re not a romantic by nature. Yes, you are prone to fits of fancy and the occasional delusional daydream, but you don’t find yourself frequently lusting after pretty people on the train. Beauty is viewed with a matter-of-factness rather than a force of attraction itself.

Some people are funny.

Some people are clever.

Some people are hot.

Some people are whatever.

And it isn’t as if this makes you less shallow or more holy than anyone else. It kind of just makes you a little more detached. Yes, you’ve dated. But there were never big, big feelings. No traumatic breakups. It had all been textbook mediocre.

It is all this knowledge of yourself that comes to the forefront of your mind as you lament the loss of the man in the crowd.

You track his fluffy hair through the station, but he is gone by the time you get to the city street. The sun is setting, a twilight glow making all the shadows seem worthy of an art gallery.

The man is gone. His dark eyes. Kind smile. His stupid t-shirt. What was it? The Burbs. That’s it. The Tom Hanks movie from last year.

Why are you still thinking about him?

The guy. Not Tom Hanks.

You walk slowly, in the city way too early for the party your friend from college, Robin, is hosting. Time to kill.

In a 7-Eleven you stand at the drinks refrigerator with too much consideration. Too much effort. Dr Pepper will always win over Coke. Flipping through magazines in the rack pulls you through a couple more minutes.

It occurs to you that the old record store a few blocks from Robin’s is open late. They have better magazines.

The neon sign sparkles against the darkening skyline as you turn onto the store’s street. Lured like a moth to a flame, you’re inside and pulling Fangoria from the stand before taking a second to look around.

There are a few customers browsing, one with a punk magazine ordered especially from the UK in his lap as he reads from the floor. You wonder if it might make more sense for the owners to open a library.

A music library would be cool, you think, as you look over at the counter.

You can identify them both.

The guy behind the counter has dead straight longer hair and one of the best speaking voices you’ve ever heard. Argyle works days mostly, since he delivers pizzas by night. He must be covering a shift for someone. Or maybe the night guy is late.

Opposite Argyle, leaning on the counter with a familiarity that tells you he has been here plenty of times before, is the man from the train. Though he isn’t facing you, the Dio patch and hair are a giveaway.

What are the fucking odds?

Fangoria back in the rack, you creep through the aisles, trying not to draw attention to yourself. When you get close to the counter, you listen to their conversation. They’re funny.

Argyle’s brand of humor is easy and irreverent. It’s how he ends up befriending everyone, including you and Robin. And, as it were, the man from the train. Train guy’s banter is far more purposeful, performative. He’s dramatic, or maybe it seems like that in contrast to laid back Argyle.

They’re talking about music but suddenly switch to films. Bill & Ted. Even more suddenly, they break out into impersonations.

It’s too late to catch your laugh. Far too late to pretend it was a coughing fit. The man turns around. He beams as he recognizes you. It’s almost enough to keep you there. Almost.

“Hey-” Argyle goes to greet you.

“Sorry. Hi. I’ve gotta go,” you say.

“See you at Robin’s later?”

“Yeah. Yep. Bye!” and you’re out the door before Argyle can think to introduce you.

This feeling is so foreign to you. You feel all gooey and icky, like maybe your skin is going to start to fizz and slick off your body. Stupid, pretty train boy, you think.

It’s still too early for Robin’s, so you detour to a bar and order a drink in a vain attempt to settle yourself.

Stupid, pretty train boy.

Four hours later.

“I jus’… Can it come closer? It’s too… too far away?”

Robin looks at you. If you look back, you would see the face of a woman equal parts amused and bored. But you physically cannot look away from the television. And the television seems to be getting further and further away.

“Quick… Robin… It’s going!” you whine. The television set is as small as your palm. You hold your hand up to compare it. “So, so small…”

“You, my friend, are so profoundly high. Argyle gave you that new shit?”

“Says try with pineapple,”

“I-What? Pineapple?”

“Says try before you deny,”

“Alright. I’m calling it. You need some time out.”

Suddenly, you are floating through Robin’s place. A conversation about whether you are okay by yourself floats along with you. Yes, you would be okay. You like rolling around in bed, high as a kite. The party is winding down anyway. You’d not be alone for long.

Alone, you play three games of I-Spy. The loser and the winner. You starfish out on the bed and make imaginary snow angels. Time passes. Maybe. You’re not sure. Then, you see the room explode into view. The light has been switched on and you yelp, diving for cover under a pillow.

Voices. The weight of someone being dropped into bed next to you.

Robin calling your name. So far away. “You alive in there?” she asks.

“Ah-huh,” you confirm.

Then, quiet. You emerge from under the pillow like a field mouse from its burrow. They had left you in darkness but for him, a bedside lamp has been left on. He doesn’t know Robin’s bedroom like you.

He is lying on his back staring up at the ceiling. In profile, he is just as pretty. You want to drive a little Matchbox car down his forehead and use his nose as a jump. Evel Knievel style. The thought makes you giggle, which makes him turn his head. He looks at you, blinking twice.

“I wondered where you went,” he admits. He rolls onto his side, tucking his hands under his head like a pillow. “Hi,”

“Hi,”

“Bit weird seeing you again,”

“Bit weird,” you parrot.

He smiles. “Why’d you get sent to the naughty room?”

“Huh?” 

Your answer, or lack thereof, answers the question.

“Argyle not warn you properly about the Californian stuff?”

You shake your head.

He laughs, so you laugh. He wriggles a little closer.

“Hi,” he whispers, sticking out a pinky finger. You watch as he hooks it around yours.

When did you move to mirror his body? When did he arrive at the party? Was he here for you? No. Silly. So silly. That would be silly.

“You’re getting small… Like the television,” you tell him.

“Oh… I don’t want to get small… If I come closer, will I get big again?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. This close you can see his pale freckles. The tired purple under his eyes. The almost-wrinkles that are born of laughter. Long eyelashes.

“Long eyelashes?” he asks.

“What?”

“What?”

You snort, giggle, lost and happy.

“I need you to know I did not follow you here,”

“Okay,”

“I’m friends with Argyle,”

“Okey dokey,” you nod.

He holds in laughter, so you do too.

“I didn’t follow you either,”

“To Vinyl City? But you were eavesdropping.” It isn’t an angry accusation. It’s not really a question either. Still, you nod. “I’d be okay with it if you were following me. For the record,” he states, rather emphatically. 

He watches you watch him. He makes you feel as if you are getting higher and sobering up at the same time.

“I’m Eddie,”

“Are you?”

“Yeah. Last I checked,”

“What’d you check?”

“Ah… Birth certificate?”

“Says Eddie?”

“Well… Edward.”

You giggle. Eddie’s heart flutters so hard it feels like nausea.

“Hi… Eddie,”

“Hi. Do you have a name?” He already knows it. He just wants to hear you say it.

You nod.

Eddie laughs. “Tell me your name?”

You do. Because he asked.

“So… Three times… Coincidence?”

“No,” you shake your head. You don’t know what three times he’s talking about. “That’s two. Two’s a coincidence,”

“What’s three then?”

You can’t remember. You shrug, which makes Eddie laugh, which makes you laugh. A repeated cycle.

“I think it means something,” he asserts.

“So do I,”

“Do you? Or are you just a little bit high?”

“Can it be both?”

Eddie makes a show of thinking. “It can. I’ll allow it.” He grins. “So, it means something?”

“It means something,” you agree.

End Note: I've been struggling to write post-Burning Yarrow. So, this was just a little something to try to get back on the horse. Soulmate meet-cutes are my bread and fucking butter.

I have some very vague ideas for a part two of this, but idk if it will amount to much. Lemme know your thoughts and feelings.

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[startwelve]

💌romantic scene

Eddie Munson x shyfem!reader

Synopsis: You and Eddie are having a movie night and without knowing it, you chose an adult romance movie.

Warning: Only mention of moaning and suggestion of what the protagonists of the movie you and Eddie watch are doing.

Eddie was waiting for you outside his trailer, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. You were taking longer than expected for your movie night. Then you showed up, walking tiredly and somewhat breathless.

"Hey, why did you take so long?" Eddie asked.

"I'm sorry," you apologized quickly.

"I'm sorry won't cut it this time, princess. I was really worried, what if you had an accident? What if some psycho stalker was looking for you?" he said semi-jokingly, crossing his arms with a raised eyebrow.

"My lip balm ran out, so I had to go to the pharmacy to buy another one," you confessed.

Your confession puzzled him; he couldn't believe you had been delayed because of lip balm. And he wouldn't understand why you needed to have that lip balm with you.

"An emergency with lip balm? Are you kidding, princess?" he asked, obviously not believing a word.

"I'm sorry…"

"I've been waiting for hours, and you were late because of your stupid lip balm?" he said, rolling his eyes before stepping aside and opening the door to let you in. "Anyway, come on, it's movie night."

"It's not a stupid lip balm, it's what helps me stay alive every day," you commented as you entered his trailer.

Eddie rolled his eyes and sat on the couch next to you. He remembered your little obsession with lip balms. He chuckled with a smile.

"Alright, maybe your lipstick helps you feel pretty, but saying it gives you life is a bit dramatic."

You frowned, remembering that he loved something as much as you loved your lip balms.

"What would happen to you if your guitar broke right now?"

Eddie raised his eyebrows, and his smile faded slightly. He crossed his arms and looked away. His guitar was very important to him.

"Don't joke about my guitar. It's not the same at all."

"If you say so…"

"It's not the same at all. You can live without your precious lip balm."

Now you crossed your arms.

"No! Because if I don't use my lip balm anymore, my lips will end up as dry and ugly as my grandma's."

Eddie couldn't believe you were arguing over lip balm.

"Anyway, let's watch the movie. What do you want to watch? Horror, action, or romance?"

"Romance…"

Eddie preferred a horror movie. Romance movies made him sick, especially the ones you chose. Eddie's eyebrow raised, and a smile appeared on his lips. He knew what you were doing.

"You want to watch romance? A silly chick flick?"

"Yes, I brought one," you said eagerly and searched your bag for the cassette; the movie was very sugary and sweet.

Eddie groaned.

"Can we watch horror or action? I don't want to watch a cheesy romantic movie."

"You didn't want to watch a horror movie last time; you couldn't sleep well for two weeks," you reminded him. "Fine, fine. We'll watch your little cheesy romantic movie. Are you happy?" he said in an exaggerated tone and raised his hands in a gesture of submission.

"Yes," you replied triumphantly.

Eddie groaned.

"Whatever you say, princess," he said and shook his head. "So, what kind of romantic movie are we watching?" It was the typical cliché of a love triangle between a good girl, a popular guy, and a lonely, marginalized guy. "Oh, so a typical romantic story?"

"I think so."

Eddie rolled his eyes and walked to the TV. He grabbed the remote and turned it on before turning to you.

"So, who do you think she'll choose in the end?"

"Mmm, she always chooses the one who treats her best…"

The movie started, and you watched it. The movie was absolutely sweet, and Eddie was getting bored watching it, almost falling asleep. But you were fascinated by the movie. Until you were horrified when, in the middle of the movie, the popular guy took the protagonist to his dressing room to kiss her, and Eddie started laughing at your expression. He sat down and watched, his lips curving into a smile.

"That's it! We've reached the kissing scene. I bet the loner will swoop in and give her the best kiss, and she'll realize who the real man for her is."

Eddie covered his mouth to suppress a laugh.

"But, Eddie, there's more going on than…" you couldn't finish speaking because of a moan from the protagonist.

Your eyes widened when you heard the sound of the moan; it was unexpected. He looked at you and saw that you were as surprised as he was.

"Well, that's surprising, a scene of true love in a romantic movie? I never would have imagined it."

You grabbed the cassette cover to read it better; you had bought it because you found the cover romantic, and the guy at the counter had told you it was a very good movie. Now you understood why… Down on the left in small letters, it said "+18".

Eddie was laughing out loud at this point. This is quite amusing. No wonder he had no idea a romantic movie could be so explicit. Eddie couldn't stop laughing. He looked at her and noticed how uncomfortable she was.

"Wow, it's even affecting me. I can't believe they put this scene in a romantic movie. Are you okay, princess?"

"Take out the movie, Eddie, I don't want to watch it anymore."

Eddie smiled and got up.

"Okay, princess. I guess the movie was too hot for you to handle."

He walked to the VCR and took out the cassette.

"Why do you say that?"

Eddie laughed again.

"Well, it was pretty obvious that you felt uncomfortable with the love scene. I guess you've never seen anything like it before."

"Never," you confessed with embarrassment.

He raised an eyebrow. It was good to know she was a little inexperienced. It made her even more adorable and cute.

"Really? The way you blushed made me think you had quite a rude awakening with that scene."

"I, umm, yeah," you lied.

Eddie laughed.

"Your cheeks are still a bit red. It's

very cute…"

He still couldn't believe you blushed so much because of a scene like that. "What a protected princess," Eddie thought.

"You?," you asked in a timid whisper.

Eddie arched an eyebrow and gave you a mischievous smile.

"What about me?"

"For you, for you, for you, I mean, umm, did the scene affect you?"

He laughed, finding you adorable.

"Well, I was a bit surprised too. I didn't expect a romantic movie to be so, let's say, realistic. But I didn't blush or anything."

"No?"

Eddie laughed again.

"No."

Of course, your reaction was more adorable than he could ever be. Especially when you're so nervous. He likes this side of you. The innocent side. It's more fitting. He thought it would be fun to start teasing you more for being a protected princess.

"Oh, really?"

Eddie smiled. You were even more flushed now. This was starting to seem more like flirting than just a joke.

"Yes, I didn't blush like you."

You looked at your hands, which were nervously playing with your skirt, then at the TV, and then at Eddie, searching for the words to ask him a question.

"You, you, you know, not, umm…"

"Do I know what?" Eddie asked, with a slightly raised eyebrow.

He found it cute how you kept looking down or away every time you asked something.

You took a deep breath and asked quickly.

"Have you ever done it?"

Eddie froze for a second. "Did she just ask what I think she asked? Why is she blushing even more?" Eddie thought.

"Done what?"

"What they did in the movie," you whispered.

Eddie laughed again and shook his head.

"Oh, do you mean something like this?" His lips quickly approached your face, causing his breath to caress your small, soft lips. You jumped in surprise, and a small scream escaped your lips. Eddie immediately jumped back, startled by your reaction.

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you."

You covered your mouth with your hand in surprise; you just didn't expect him to do that.

"I didn't expect it."

"Oh, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. You're being so cute right now," Eddie said with a mischievous smile.

You had only been kissed once in high school, by a guy in the courtyard. You didn't like it. His breath smelled like fish, he used too much saliva, and his tongue almost choked you. And when you confessed to Eddie that you had only been kissed once, he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe you were so inexperienced and hadn't kissed someone more than once. So he decided to keep teasing you.

"Only once? Well, then I guess I should show you the real deal. Would you like that, princess?"

Your cheeks flushed; you wanted to.

Eddie laughed. The teasing was working. Eddie got up and knelt beside you. He extended a hand and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He got very close to your face. Your breath caught in your throat, and you opened your eyes in surprise. Eddie's lips were only inches away from yours, and you could feel his warm breath brushing against your lips. The scent of his cologne filled your nose; it was a perfect blend of citrus and lavender. He brushed your cheek with his other hand. It sent a shiver down your spine.

"Are you okay there, princess?" he joked. "Is it okay if I continue? Or do you prefer we wait?"

You couldn't speak; the words wouldn't come out. "Oh, this is adorable. I think I should do it," Eddie thought to himself. His hand still tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. His thumb gently stroked your cheek. His lips were so close that you could feel his breath against your lips. With one hand, he cradled your face. You sighed nervously.

"I like that you're so quiet, princess. It makes me want to kiss you more than before." He leaned in slowly, moving his lips very slowly towards yours.

Eddie's lips brushed gently against yours, and you felt his breath filling your lungs. It was soft and warm. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. He had just given you your first real kiss. Eddie's hand was under your chin as he held your face, looking into your eyes, waiting for your response.

"You kissed me," you whispered.

Eddie smiled.

"Yes, I kissed you."

You didn't know what to say; you just wanted him to kiss you again. Eddie leaned in a little more, and then his lips met yours again. This time it was more intense, with more passion than before. You didn't want to break the kiss and waited for you to pull away first. Eddie noticed that you had no idea what you were doing with your lips, so he took the lead. He moved his hands to the back of your head and pulled you a little closer to the kiss. His tongue gently met yours, and his lips moved in sync with yours. Eddie's thumb stroked your cheek, and he felt excited thinking to himself. He continued kissing you intensely. His lips pressed harder against yours, and you could feel his breath in your throat. His tongue explored your mouth, making it a more intimate and passionate moment. Slowly, you pulled away from him, feeling overwhelmed by the kiss.

Eddie let go of your face and sat back down. He hoped you weren't too upset now that he had stopped. Eddie watched you breathe and saw that your face was flushed. You were acting very shy now. And he wondered how you felt about how he kissed you.

"So, princess, did you like my kiss?"

"Yes," you whispered.

"So, is that a yes for me to kiss you again?" He leaned in very slowly, moving his lips closer to yours.

You nodded your head. Eddie leaned in again, this time seeking a less intense kiss. It was softer than a passionate kiss. His hands held you by the cheeks. His tongue touched yours gently. He continued to smile to himself as he kissed her.

[unamused-boss]

Tip Toes

Prompt: "Shut up, you know I'm literally obsessed with you"

Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader

(Billy maybe a little OC) May have some misspelling.

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It all started with a simple question "You free Saturday at 1?". Such a simple question right? What could possibly happen when your boyfriend of 6 months, Billy Hargrove, asks if you're free Saturday afternoon. Well lets start from the beginning right after your shift at the record store...

The chime of the bell at the front door gains your attention, putting on your customer service smile and voice. "Hello welcome to- and it's just you." Your voice going somewhat flat after seeing it was your boyfriend and not a customer.

"Wow, do you welcome all your favorite customers like that?" Billy grinned at you.

"What do you want?" You said to him, "You know I don't get off till 6:45." You lean your body over the counter and crossing your arms under your chest to be closer to Billy. Billy, having the same grin on his face that he walked in with, does the same motion as you. In a result your noses almost touching. You giggle at his antics.

"Well. I was wondering if you were free Saturday at 1?" Billy asked.

"Why?"

"Cause your pretty and I wanna take you out" Billy said like that was reason enough.

"Why?" Now you got playful.

"Cause it's a surprise." Billy said.

"Why?"

"Can you go Saturday or not?" He laughed.

"Yes I can go Billy, I would love to." You smiled. Billy leaned forward an gave you a smooch on your lips. You giggled into the kiss as he parted ways from your lips.

"Okay, Saturday at 1. Just look pretty like you always do." He said making his way out of the store. Now you get to be giddy till this Saturday when your date is.

Saturday, current time-12:55

You have been meticulously been putting yourself together for you date. Your make had warm tones and put delicately onto your face to enhance your already pretty features. Your outfit was put together perfectly in the case of being outside, going to a cute restaurant, or the need for back seat action for after.

You stared at the clock on your bedside as the hour changed to 1:00. At that moment the doorbell rung through the house. You jump up from your bed and down your stairs to the door, running past your mom to the door to open it.

"I got it!" You yelled.

"Alright, honey." Your mom laughed. You opened the door to see your dashing boyfriend. With his usual unbuttoned shirt that showed off his chest and jeans that fit him right. Billy smiled when he saw you.

"Hello gorgeous."

"Hey handsome." You said to Billy. "Bye mom!" You shouted to your mom as you shut the door leaving. Making your way to Billy's car, he opened the door for you to get in.

"Wow, doing all the stops are we." You joked.

"Just get in sweetheart." Which you did. Then Billy got into the drivers seat. And the date has begun. The short drive you thought that was going to be taken turned into a two hour drive to Indianapolis. You started looking out to all the tall buildings, "Billy what are we doing?" You asked as you still looked out at the city.

"Don't worry pretty girl, I know what I'm doing." Was all Billy answered with. It was another twenty minutes till Billy parked that car in a parking garage. He took my hand. We walked for what felt like five minutes; we then arrived to a familiar building, 'well at least for me.'

"Billy, why are we at the International Indianapolis Museum?" You looked to him. Billy just smiled to you.

"Because your super amazing boyfriend got two tickets for the limited time art expedition for his sweet girlfriend that he loves." He said, flashing two tickets to you. You stared wide eyed at him, mouth gaped an all. You've been talking his ear off about the exposition. Painting from not only the British museum is here but the Louve as well, only for two weeks here in Indianapolis. You couldn't afford ticket so you thought it was out the window. But some how your boyfriend got you tickets.

"You got us tickets." You said.

"Yep."

To go to a museum?"

"Yes I did."

"But you hate museums?!" You are flabbergasted by this.

"Yes, but I love you." Billy smiled, " I'm gonna have ten hour shifts for a while but it's worth it." Putting his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him. Your chests meet: Billy is just smiling down to you.

"But-" You were cut off.

"Shut up, I'm literally obsessed with you." Billy stated, holding you close. "You are the only girl I wanna be with, and the only girl that stand my bullshit." You laughed at him hugging him close to you.

"Okay, let's go in lover boy." You both made your way to the front, Billy giving the tickets to the man in the booth. With the transaction down with you made your way in.

The colors blasted into your face. Never letting Billy's hand go, dragging him from one painting to another. Whispering small notes and facts about each painting to him. Billy letting you do it with a smile on his face. You and Billy made it to a hall of art pieces. They were gorgeous. The pinks were bright, the purples, the yellows... the red. Everything was perfect. Faint classical music played in the back. What also surprised you was what small number of people were here. Well it was the last day of the expo, so it made since. You and Billy did kinda stick out a bit; being that you guys weren't as well dressed as the others. Nothing mattered though. You were with Billy holding his hand the entire time, no one else existing to either of you. In front of you, for real life, was The Kiss by Gustav Klim. You just stared ahead at the piece, unknown to you was that Billy was staring at you.

"Isn't she beautiful." You simply said.

"Yeah, you are." Billy answered. You look to him with wide eyes; a smiled then forms on your face. You realize that it was only you and Billy in the exhibit room now. You felt Billy lean back a bit dragging you with him, taking your other hand within his.

"Okay do it." He said with no context.

"What?" You asked.

"Really." He laughed, "You dance on my feet, now do it I find it cute."

"Okay bossy." In your doc martins you step onto his motorcycle boots, even on his feet you were still kinda on your tiptoes. You both gently swaying to the music that played over head. Nothing mattered to either of you except for right now. The light were dim but you both could still see each other. Your hand in his the other on his shoulder; with his hand also in yours as for the other is on your hip. Billy guided you both across the floor of the museum following the melody. You both just stared at each other, lovingly. Billy leaned toward you kissing your cheek softly then moving to your lips. This wasn't your first kiss with Billy, obviously, but this was one your few kisses like this. Nothing but soft. passion that you hold for each other. Your kiss felt like the universe was yours, nothing else could ruin this. Billy separated from the kiss.

"I love you." He said sweetly.

"I love you too." You smiled. Stepping of his boots, locking your hand with his and continuing you way through the museum. After a few more expo rooms and a few sculpture pieces, you and Billy made your way outside. Billy's watch reading 5:30.

"So what are we doing now?" You asked.

"We, my sweet girl, are going to the best restaurant in all of Indianapolis." Billy stated walking with you in hand down the street.

"Really?" You were shocked.

"Yeah we're going to Burger King." You laughed at his response. "Hey we are on a budget from the point out." He joked back at you.

"Alright, whatever you say lover boy." You wrap yourself around his arm and continue your prefect night with you perfect boyfriend. Laughing and kissing the night away.

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Hope you enjoyed!

Also I will start working on Part three of California Dreaming soon!

@capitanostella

@maackiimoo

@mystargirl-interlude

@bbarbiegurll

[hellfire--cult]

toot toot

Eddie has a very important question for you - just eddie being a loving boyfriend with something i know we all struggle with as we enter a relationship (fem!reader) - self indulgent

a/n: idk man. i had this talk with @ghost-proofbaby and I was like, 'yeah, i should write this' and she agreed.

Wc: 1k

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“Why don’t you fart in front of me?”

You almost spat the water you were drinking all over the book you were reading as you laid on his bed with your back propped up on the headboard. 

“Eds, what?”

“You never fart in front of me.” He was dead serious, looking at you while his arms rested on his guitar, sitting at the end of the bed, his legs crossed. You were blinking at him as if he had just sprouted a leaf over his head.

“What are you going on about?”

“We’ve been dating for a whole year, and I have yet to hear a fart from you!” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment and you shook your head, looking back at your book.

“And you never will.” He rolled his eyes at you and scooted a little closer with a little jump that made the bed move underneath you, making you jump and glare back up at him.

“I fart all the time with you, with sound, with no sound… I mean, we trust each other, and darling, I do know you hold them in.” Your mouth opened with an o shape, not believing the words coming out of your boyfriend’s lips. 

The worst part, he was right.

You complained many times because of tummy aches, and you knew it was retained gas you weren’t letting out. You were just embarrassed about it. He didn’t care whenever he did it, and you didn’t either. You even laugh at some of his farts because they sound straight out of a cartoon, and sometimes, you die a little bit because they are deadly.

“I don’t feel comfortable doing it!” You retorted back, and he sighed in frustration, shaking his head again, putting the guitar to the side of his bed. 

“I promise you, it’s normal, it’s natural, and the stigma of all the women being proper ladies is such bullshit.” You knew it was that as well. You were also afraid of it being too loud, or smelly, and just utterly repulsive to him to the point he would not be attracted to you in some way.

“I know it’s natural… But I still won’t ever fart in front of you.” He groaned loudly at your words.

“You’re impossible princess.”

“But you love me.” You grinned at him with a sway of your body and he smiled back at you and crawled towards you to plant a smooch right on your lips.

“That I do.”

But it wasn’t even a week later that you were both lying on bed again, and you both were laughing as Eddie told you a story about Steve completely fucking up his date with Heidi.

“He literally tumbled back when he saw a roach sneaking in front of him and he made her fall onto the fountain at the park! That’s why his face is fucking red!” Eddie was cracking up by now and your eyes were filled with tears as you laughed with him.

“Oh shit, she slapped him!?”

“Of course she did! It was a fucking roach! Not a goddamn monster or some shit!” You cracked up at that, and it was a bad idea, because your stomach had been contracting in pain and twisting for the past hour because you were holding your gas in. 

You had tacos for dinner, and that was a very poor decision knowing that you were spending the night at Eddie’s, and knowing how the night might end. Everytime you held your gas in, sex was almost painful sometimes.

And now, with the laughter, with your belly going up and down against your stomach, it happened. And your laughter and his immediately seized, leaving the room completely quiet for a few seconds.

It was small, very thin, but it could be heard. Your face immediately heated up in embarrassment, and you turned to the other side, not being able to face him. Was he going to think you were disgusting? Not lady-like? Was it a boner killer? Why isn’t he saying anything–

“Oh, FUCK YES! I’VE BEEN SAVING THIS FOR THE OCCASION!” You felt him sit up on the bed and your eyebrows frowned, making you turn to look at him rummaging in his drawer from the night table. A small confetti popper in one hand and its string on the other. He pulled and the confetti exploded with a pop, startling you.

“What the hell Eddie–”

“Congrats on your first fart in front of me!” Your eyes were wide at his antic, but he had a wide smile on his face and you couldn’t believe your boyfriend got happy from you letting out an accidental fart from laughing so hard. 

“It was an accident Eds!” You whined as you sat up next to him and you had a terrified look on your face and he shook his head, holding onto your face with both of his hands.

“It’s the first step! Next one is an intentional one, so come on darling, I know you’re holding it in~” He cooed and you pushed him away, shaking your head in utter embarrassment.

“You’re so weird Eddie… you don’t… find it disgusting?”

“Fuck no! Makes me happy you trust me enough to do it in front of me! Accidental or not!” He was smiling at you, and your heart fluttered as you stared at your loving boyfriend. You leaned towards him and pecked his lips softly, only to then shake your head.

“You’re insufferable.” 

“But you love me.” He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but nod and lean in to kiss him again.

After that, you never do it intentionally, but now, if one escapes you by accident you are able to laugh it out with him. 

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a/n: purely self indulgent plus WE CANT DENY EDDIE WOULDNT CELEBRATE OUR FIRST FART WITH HIM. ALSO, FARTING IS NATURAL.

[queenimmadolla]

the tiktok of magnussen’s toddler demanding he go sign a fan’s autograph book and then blowing the fan a kiss when they say thank you is so maple coded, it hurts.

can see her doing that when daddy takes her along after playing a concert or a set and reader is letting her toddle about, watching to make sure she doesn’t stray near the fan barriers where rockstar!eddie and the rest of corroded coffin are signing autographs.

and maple notices daddy and her uncles are on the other side of the crowd now, but there’s a big girl waving around a book where daddy just was!!!!! daddy forgot her!!!

and maple just thinks, that’s okay, i’ll go get daddy for you! 🫡

and she hurries over to her dad, yanking at his pants and pointing over to the fan as she tries to physically pull him over. eddie is so amused with maple, but he knows she’s a demanding girl and he honestly didn’t mean to overlook that fan so he’s righting his wrongs and heading back over to sign her autograph book.

when he leaves, maple trailing after him—and you watching the whole exchange while trying not to squeal into your hands at how cute your little girl is—the fan yells out a thank you to maple, and you’ve taught her to blow kisses whenever she’s waving goodbye, so that’s what she does, blows the fans her kisses and waves her little hands before she’s toddling after daddy with mom right on her heels.

[munsonshire]

Things that Eddie would do (Realistic edition)

Character: Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Masterlist

If someone ever accidentally broke one of the strings from his guitar or his guitar pick they would never ever let them close to his guitar again and he would have a hard time forgiving them

He smells of a mix of cheap cologne, cigarettes, weed and probably sweat

Goes to the forest at night, for a walk or just to spend time there

He's not the kind to call you "babe" or "princess", he would probably just call you your name or a nickname that's way less cheesy, also, little insults like "dumbass" are his way of showing his love

He never washes his hellfire shirt and wears it for more time than he likes to admit before washing it again

Forgets to take his rings off when he goes to sleep

He's not the best with words so he prefers to act to show love or similar

Likes to rant about dnd

He hates when someone calls him or tries to talk to him when he's listening to music (relatable asf)

He leaves his socks in the most random places, and then he gets mad because he can't find them

Acts like he doesn't care about how his hair looks but the truth is my boy's got a whole routine to keep his hair pretty

If he drops one of his rings in public he will wait for a good amount of time before picking it up

When he comes back from playing dnd he comes all sweaty and you tell him to take a shower to which he will answer you with something like "Oh really" and tackle you to the couch or the bed to kiss you.

Having to kill spiders for him because he's all tough and metal till one of those little arachnids shows up, it's even worse if it's near him cuz he'll act as if it were a monster that wants to kill him

He loves it when you do his make-up it makes him feel loved

You have a special spot reserved at his concerts

You will have to get used to being his second most loved, cuz his guitar is the first

He won't let you braid his hair

He loves being the center of attention

He really likes it when kids look up to him, he really enjoyed it when Dustin, Mike, and Lucas joined Hellfire, though he felt betrayed when Lucas choose the baseball team over Hellfire

He spends half of the money he earns selling drugs on things for dnd. The other half goes to Wayne, that way he can help with the house. Wayne doesn't wanna know where the money comes from (though he has an idea of where it comes from) he just tells Eddie to be careful and stay safe.

He figured out he was pan because apparently, not everyone falls in love with someone regardless of the gender they have (he was utterly and completely shocked that most people did, he just thought that everyone loves everyone)

He hates awkward silences, so he starts rambling about whatever he can think about

He doesn't cut his hair, he does trim the ends a bit but not cut. This comes from that one time that Wayne offered to cut the back part of it but turns out he cut it too short, now he doesn't trust him at all with a pair of scissors

Kids make him uncomfortable, like 6-7, yeah, he doesn't like them at all

[lil-freak-dexii]

“Not all men-…”

You’re right, Eddie would never.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Star-Crossed Lovers - Eddie Munson X GN Reader

Title: Star-Crossed Lovers

Eddie Munson X GN Reader

Additional Characters: The Hellfire Club mentioned

WC: 1,353

Warnings: Teasing, banter, flirting, italics, nicknames, and fluff

The stars seemed so bright. Sparkling and glittering up high in the sky. You thought that maybe, if you reached out, you could grab one. 

It was finally the weekend. No worrying about school, or Eddie’s club meetings that you’d join sometimes. Honestly, you loved watching them all play - pure, entertaining chaos, you couldn’t get enough of it really. And, no worrying about any responsibilities except for the dishes you’d need to do tomorrow morning. 

You sighed, feeling content as you lay beside Eddie, both of you staring up at the endless sky. Eddie was quiet, his eyes fixed on the stars, their light reflecting in his eyes. There was a calm silence between you, which was very rare, considering Eddie loved to talk; and you loved listening to him talk.

“What constellations do you know?” Your gentle voice broke through the silence, mixing in with the sound of crickets chirping and the soft evening breeze flowing by occasionally.

“Constellations?” Eddie asked, the level of his voice matching yours as he raised one of his hands, pointing up at the sky, “Well, uh, that’s the Big Dipper.” He spoke, circling his index finger in the air in the constellation's general direction. “And that one,” He moved his finger down a bit, “That’s the Little Dipper.” Dropping his hand, he continued, “I used to think they were spoons when I was a kid.” His chuckle reverberated throughout his chest, your head - resting on his chest - shaking a bit as he did so.

“Big Spoon and Little Spoon? I think that is pretty common.” Your eyes drooped every now and then as Eddie’s fingers on his other hand ran through your hair, slow and soothing - drawing his fingers in, and slowly pulling out, strands of your hair lifting in the air before falling back down. You only had one word for his incredibly needed and wanted ministrations; heavenly. 

“Yeah, maybe,” He muttered, his hand that had been pointing up at the sky pulled at the grass below the both of you, pulling up blades of grass. “What about you?” He then asked, “What constellations do you know?”

“Oh, a few,” You mused, trying to focus your gaze up at the stars, trying to spot any others aside from the big and small dippers. “You should know, since I have told you about most of them before.” You spoke, only for Eddie to chuckle softly again.

“Yeah, I know.” He paused his blade-pulling, “I just want to hear you say them again.” Eddie's voice was low, almost playful as his eyes glinted with that familiar mischief under the dim moonlight. “I like the sound of your voice, babe.”

“Oh, dear,” You bit your lip briefly, rolling your eyes, “Always such a flirt.”

“Only for you.” Eddie answered back, before the hand in your hair paused, slipping from your hair and his hand suddenly came into view. You watched, biting your lip again to hold in your giggles as Eddie reached out and booped you on the nose. “Now, what's that one with the belt?” He asked, now repeatedly booping your nose over and over again, ultimately making you let out your laugh.

“Orion,” You laughed out, raising your hand from your stomach to take his hand, guiding it right back in your hair; you couldn’t see, but you could almost sense Eddie’s all-knowing smirk appearing on his face at your action. “Well, from what I was told. Orion, confident in his hunting skills, boasted that he would kill every animal on Earth. Upset by this, Gaea - the Earth goddess, I’ve told you about her - sent a scorpion to stop him. After Orion's death, Zeus placed both Orion and the scorpion among the stars as constellations.”

You felt Eddie nodding, “Serves him right.” 

You couldn’t stop the smirk from slipping onto your face, “Well, then there is also Camelopardalis.” You said, without a single stutter, the word came easy to you… But to your boyfriend…

“Oh yeah,” Eddie sighed, “I’m not even going to try again with that one.”

“Oh? Camelopardalis?” You clasped your hands together in your lap, growing more and more amused as Eddie sighed dramatically.

“Yeah, yeah. I say it once and you’ll hold it against me until the end of time.” You laughed, raising a hand to cover your mouth slightly.

You grinned, “Well, it is only Camelopar-” Before you could even finish, Eddie once again slipped his hand out from your hair and covered your mouth. And without another thought, you licked his palm.

Eddie froze for a second, then pulled his hand back, “Ew, gross!” He exclaimed, wiping his hand - again, dramatically - on his ripped jeans, but a grin broke out across his face. “Did you just lick me, babe? Wow, I didn’t know we were playing that kind of game.” You couldn’t help but laugh, a leg even kicking up slightly as you held both your hands on your stomach; having a mini laugh-attack. His smirk deepened, adding with a low chuckle, "But licking, babe? Kinda weird, kinda hot.” His hot breath tickling your temple as he turned his head, “I’m into it." He whispered, husky and absolutely making your cheeks flush. 

“Eddie!” You continued to laugh, raising a hand to jokingly hit his own stomach, “You’re impossible.” As your laughter died down, you and Eddie both slowly slipped back into that comfortable silence, Eddie returning to play with your hair, and you returning to pointing out constellations. “One of my other favorite stars is actually on Orion’s shoulder. It’s called Betelgeuse.” You spoke, your tone returning to a more soft one as you raised a hand to point at the supergiant star. 

Eddie said nothing, only raising his free hand to join yours in the sky. Slowly, his fingertips ghosted up along the back of your hand, before he intertwined his fingers with yours. You sighed, watching the moonlight glint off of his many rings, feeling an overwhelming wave of absolute adoration and love wash over you in that moment. Eddie took your hand into his, pulling it down to brush kisses along the back of your hand, his lips gradually moving to pepper more kisses to your wrist and the soft skin of your knuckles. 

“Keep going, babe,” You then heard him mutter in between his many, many kisses. 

“I don’t think I can keep going,” You spoke, almost breathlessly, your heart racing with every gentle touch of his lips against your skin.

“Just what I thought - my kisses have left you speechless!” He teased, rubbing his chilled nose against your hand, “I guess I should be flattered that I have this kind of effect on you.”

Worrying on your bottom lip, you suddenly shifted. Raising, and turning, you pressed your not-currently-occupied-hand onto the grass beside Eddie’s head; propping yourself up as you looked down at him. ‘So handsome.’ You thought, tilting your head slightly. ‘My Eddie Spaghetti.’

Eddie's smirk softened slightly as he noticed the way you were looking at him, and he could feel his heart begin to race. The warmth of your gaze - flickering across all of his features - made him feel vulnerable yet exhilarated. After a quick moment, your eyes finally met his, your voice coming out as a soft whisper, both in meaning and volume, “You always have that effect on me, Eddie.” Eddie’s cheeks burned at your confession, leaving him a bit taken aback. With his dark eyes searching yours, there was a want to reach out and trace the curve of the bridge of your nose, or your jaw, or even brush along your cheeks. But, Eddie just raised his hand, his fingers gently weaving through your hair as he pulled you closer.

The distance between you vanished, his nose briefly bumping against yours before his soft lips molding with yours. The kiss was tender and intimate, his lips brushing against yours in a sweet, lingering caress. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in that moment.

And in that moment, you wished for nothing more. Just you, and Eddie, together beneath a canopy of stars. 

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[fckeddiemunson]

Who Do You Belong To? | Older!Eddie Munson

Synopsis: Eddie and you have been neighbours for a while and have been casually fucking. When you bring somebody else home who can actually satisfy you too. Eddie gets jealous and has to remind you who you belong to

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI. choking, p in v, pussy slapping, slight dom!eddie, slight mean!eddie, oral f!receiving, just lots of general fucking, breeding kink, some fluff at the end cause i couldnt help myself 

3.4k 

You and Eddie had been neighbours in the trailer park for about 3 years. You had moved in after a messy breakup and quickly became attached to Eddie as a friend and somewhat mentor as he taught you how to fix certain things in your car. Eddie was older than you and still breathtaking. He had matured into his look, gathered more tattoos over time and gained some muscle from being a mechanic. He had helped you back on your feet after the breakup, helping you get another job at the bar he often played at with his local band, always keeping young at heart. 

Eddie was a useless cook though and most nights he’d come to yours, bringing a few beers to share and attempt to help you cook a meal for the two of you. It was your way of saying thank you for saying thank you for the car help. 

Its also how you two started fucking.

 One night after dinner was well over, you both sat outside, both sitting across from each other on the deck chair you had bought to tan yourself on. You were both drinking and talking, he always made you laugh. He was goofy and a little wild. He would tell you stories from when he was 20 and what he and his friends used to get up to. It was a little unbelievable you thought quietly but Eddie said it with such conviction you had to believe him. You didn’t know how it happened, one minute you were talking about music and concerts and the next Eddie’s lips were on yours, your hands tangling in his hair. 

Eddie managed to get you into his bed that night. He teased you on the couch for almost an hour, his fingers coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you. When he fucked you in was deep and slow, savouring the moment for the both of you. He reached areas of you, you didn’t know was possible and unlocked pleasure previously foreign to you. It was clear he had a lot of experience in the area and it made your stomach flip in anticipation each time you saw him. After that first night you kept finding your ways into each other's beds at ungodly hours of the morning. Each time he took you it felt like the first time, he would touch you and feel you like he had never before. Electrifying your skin with his touch. You had briefly discussed that this was a strictly casual thing. Or at least you both were trying to convince yourself it was that. Eddie was the only thing on your mind as you fell asleep at night, when Eddie was out late with friends or playing a gig you resorted to getting yourself off while thinking of him between your legs. Eddie was the same, the occasions he had caught a glimpse of you going out with your girlfriends to a bar, he was always jealous he wasn’t parading you around in that tight little dress, nobody allowed to touch you except him, it sent him feral. 

You had both come to the decision that it was good for you both to see other people. That this was fun but it was just a bit of a fling while you were both bored. Anyway Eddie was in his very late thirties and you in your mid twenties, it didn’t make sense to try and attach any relationship to the filthy, dirty sex you kept having. 

Eddie was the first to bring home a girl after a gig he played. He was shocked to say the least, usually there was a crowd of drunk middle aged metalheads reliving their teenage years. You were seething to say the least, arms crossed sitting up in bed as you could hear him through the thin walls and close distance. You could hear him making her come over and over again. His cock stretching her out and pounding her senseless. 

That morning you had watched her slip out, doing the walk of shame through the park. She stayed the night? You always left me afterwards! You thought furiously, you stepped outside your trailer with a coffee watching her walk away staggering a little. 

“Morning sweetheart” Eddie appeared at his door, shirtless, you looked him up and down, eyes drinking in his messy morning hair and his muscled arms. Eddie took a step towards you and took a big gulp from your coffee cup. 

“That wasn’t very nice” You stated, looking longingly into the empty coffee cup. “You seemed to have had a good night, she even stayed the night” you couldn’t help the passive aggressive tone drip from your voice. 

“I did have a good night, you’re right. She made such pretty faces when she came-”

“Ugh, fucking men” You had heard enough, you stamped back inside and slammed the door. 

Eddie followed you to your door, “Maybe you should go out tonight? Let loose” Eddie called after you. That made you more annoyed, he was clearly riling you up about the woman he fucked, and it was working. 

So you did, for the next few weekends you went out with your friends and found a cute enough guy to bring home. It was a useless exercise, they were all around your age and useless around a woman's body. After the second time you kicked the guy out and  had showered and gone crawling over to Eddie’s trailer, desperate for him to make you come. 

“Aww darlin’, couldn’t he make you come? Bet he didn’t even get you close, poor boy” Eddie cooed to you, his fingers buried inside your cunt as he pumped and curled his fingers making you see stars after only a few minutes. 

“Fuck you Eddie” You had moaned out as he said that, thrusting himself into you as you fell apart beneath him, a string of moans and curses whining from your mouth. After that time, you hadn’t brought anyone else home, knowing they could never compare to Eddie. 

You had calmed down from that night as Eddie didn’t seem to bring anybody else home either. Your routine of dinner and a few drinks had continued as normal, but no more sex. It was as if in your heads you had both called it quits without even trying. Eddie was talking about his gig the next night, and you were helping him sew on some more patches onto his denim vest. 

“I have kept this vest for over 20 years.” He said proudly, admiring your neat handiwork on the patches. 

“Jeez old man, that’s basically my entire life - time to retire your lucky vest.” You punched his tattooed arm as he fake laughed at you. Something about him being older really got your off. 

“Well you’re the one who’s fucked this old man darlin’ so I think I’m the lucky one” Eddie chuckled and you fell awkwardly silent, not knowing where you stood since you had stopped sleeping together. Eddie filled the awkward silence though 

“You should come tomorrow night at the Hideout, I think it would be fun, bring some of your friends and we’ll have a few drinks” Eddie smiled at you. You had never been to a gig of his before. 

“Okay I will, I’ll dredge up my leather pants just for the occasion” You joked with him. 

“Hey! Me too.” Eddie literally pulled out some leather pants from a pile of clothes and you had to mentally slap yourself for thinking about his ass in those. 

You thought that maybe just being friends and neighbours with Eddie won’t be that bad and that you could both just keep pushing your feelings down. 

You and your friend Elaine had ended up going, more people gathered in the bar than you imagined. You had already done a shot with Eddie when you got there, a bit buzzed already. “Wish me luck sweetheart” Eddie had said, booping your nose and going to get the stage ready.  Elaine had started talking to a nice guy who was buying you drinks and you turned to go find Eddie before they played, as you did you were met with a hard frame. Looking up to see another metal head, beer in hand that was now all over him. He was young about your age and wickedly cute. 

“I’m so sorry, let me” you grabbed some napkins from the bar and frantically wiped up  his shirt. 

“Oh sorry, that was probably a bit weird doing that.” He laughed at you before outstretching his hand. “I’m Andy, do you want to buy me a drink and come sit with me to make it up?” He cocked his head to the side and you introduced yourself and ordered him a beer and followed him to an empty bar table. You and Andy got on very well and talked for ages, you had a nice view of the stage from where you were so you stayed with him chatting as Corroded Coffin got ready. 

Eddie was watching you like a hawk from across the room. He wasn’t overly worried, you’d be crawling to him by the end of the night, begging for him to fuck you and fill you with his come. You had actually worn tight leather pants and they were sending him over the edge, not that he’d admit that to anyone, he was still convinced what you had was no strings attached. Still he felt a slight twinge in his heart as he watched you laugh at the younger man's jokes and touched his arm affectionately. Eddie had played the show anger rising with every song as he watched you with this guy. The larger than usual crowd was loving his aggression but he was going crazy watching you. By the last song, Eddie watched him slide his arm around your waist and lean in to kiss you. Eddie felt protective and possessive over you in that moment, but he was too stubborn to admit it to himself. You could feel Eddie's eyes burning into you from across the room as they walked off, it made you want to kiss Andy more. “Want to go to mine?” You asked Andy who nodded vigorously. 

You made sure you clocked eyes with Eddie as you led Andy towards the door and into his car. It was very clear you were trying to make him jealous and it was working. 

Eddie was at the bar and watched you getting into his car. Eddie gave it about ten minutes before curiosity took over him, he finished up the drink he had and called it an early night, practically racing back to his car and home. Call him a creep or not but he needed to know what you sounded like beneath him, if you made any of the pretty little noises you made when he was inside you or if he could even make you come. Eddie huffed at his own thoughts, feeling like a perv but nothing could stop him. 

Andy had you bent over your bed when Eddie did pull in. He could hear your moans from outside and he stood near your bedroom window listening to Andy pound into you. Eddie felt sickened, only he should be making you moan like that. Only he should be allowed to touch you, to be allowed inside your body. Andy had twisted his hand round playing with your clit softly, it was enough that it sent you over the edge, coming as he thrusted himself into you chasing his own high. Nobody else besides Eddie had made you come before and you were enjoying his touch - but something just wasn’t as good, Andy made you come but the intensity wasn’t there, did not elicit the same emotion as Eddie. Eddie heard the change in your moan and knew that the younger man had made you come. He retreated to his trailer, annoyed and with an uncomfortable boner. He heard Andy leave and knew that night you weren’t crawling over to him sticky and needy for him. It didn’t sit right with him, you needed to be his and only his. 

You kicked Andy out almost immediately after he left his number on your kitchen table. He tried to hug you goodbye but you recoiled at the touch, realising who you really wanted. Once you showered and changed you ate some leftovers in your kitchen. You lent against the window, spying Eddie in his trailer, beer in hand and the most angered look on his face. He rearranged himself, wincing, clearly hard and uncomfortable. 

Eddie didn’t speak or see you for the next few days. It was probably for the best that he didn't. He was furious and finally came to the conclusion that he couldn’t stay away from you and that something casual wasn’t going to cut it. You were left feeling a little heartbroken, it was the first time in a long time that he hadn’t come over for dinner or his daily check under the hood of your car. You missed him, missed talking to him but also missed his hands all over your body. You had decided to end the not talking and bake him some dinner for him, falling right into what he wanted. You knocked on his door, holding a tray of food, drawing a deep breath as he opened the door. Eddie’s heart skipped a beat when you knocked, he knew you too well to know that you would do this but he was still excited to see you. 

“Hi darlin’” He smirked down at you as he opened the door. 

“Hi, uh, I haven’t seen you for a while so I was worried you hadn’t been eating very well” You gestured to the food and he moved to the side slightly, your body brushing his as you went inside. 

“Always looking after me sweetheart” Eddie's voice was charming and it made you blush as you started plating up the food. 

“Not sure I’m hungry for that right now” Eddie was suddenly inches behind you, hands on your hips, lips kissing the back of your neck. You pushed him back, needing answers. 

“Okay Eddie what the hell. We stopped all of this and then you ignored me for days - whats the go?” You crossed your arms, Eddie’s face changed, and he lent towards you, trapping your bodies together as his hands grabbed the bench behind you. 

“Oh sweetheart, I heard you the other night, screaming your brains out for somebody else, I think you’re doing fine” Eddie’s voice was icy and you scoffed at him.

“What the fuck? We both agreed to screw other people. You’re just jealous that another man can make me come? Is that it Eddie? Scared that somebody is better than you?” You were taunting him and also taken aback he was behaving this way. His hand went up to hold your throat, squeezing as he forced you to look into his eyes. He laughed darkly, his hand slipping into your loose pyjama shorts, happy to find that you weren’t wearing any underwear. 

“Oh I know that I’m still better than him. Yeah maybe I am jealous because this pussy belongs to me now. Nobody else is allowed to make you come, only me” Eddie flicked circles around your clit, you held back a broken moan. 

“You can’t fuck anybody else then, you- fuck- you have to be mine too.” You grinded yourself against his hand. 

“All yours baby, I don’t want anyone else.” Eddie slid two fingers into you and curled them towards him, his thumb rested on your clit as he moved his fingers agonisingly slow. 

“Who do you belong to?” Eddie growled in your ear 

“You, only you” you were breathless, needing him to move his fingers faster. 

“Good girl, come on, I want to hear your pretty moans.” Eddie thrusted his hand deeper and curled  his fingers in and out, his thumb swirling faster on your clit. You moaned as he licked a stripe up your neck and kissed the spot right below your ear. You heard your wetness as he fucked you, fingers not relenting on you. Eddie flattened his hand more, his fingers sliding deeper and palm rubbing against your clit. You felt that familiar flutter in your stomach, your head rolling back and a low moan escaping you. 

“Uh uh sweetheart, you don’t get to come yet. You haven’t earned it.” Eddie tutted and withdrew his hand. You whined against him, hips rutting against nothing. 

“Do you think you’ve earned it after that little show I heard the other night?” Eddie’s hand came down in a stinging slap on your cunt, pulsating right through you. 

“Turn around.” Eddie spun you, pushing your face against the counter and roughly yanking your shorts down. 

“I'm gonna have to remind you who you belong to sweetheart.” Eddie’s jeans were rough against your bare pussy. He quickly pulled out his cock, teasing it through your wet folds, you shuddered at the feeling. 

Eddie pushed inside you slowly, the stretch burning you as you mumbled mindlessly at Eddie. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you up against his back, his face nuzzled into your neck as he thrusted hard and deep into you. His hand travelled to your neck, gripping tight and pulling your head back as far as it could to look at him. 

“You look so fucked out sweeheart, wish you could see how desperate you look right now. And all for me. Hmm, you’re just my personal little slut.” Eddie was always a bit  rougher during sex but nothing like this, the way he spoke was only making you more soaked as he tunnelled into you. He angled his hips lower and drove his cock into your g-spot, your legs buckled beneath him, moaning loudly suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure you felt the simmer in your stomach rising. 

“Eddie, can I please come?” You whined, panting against the counter. 

“No, not yet” Eddie stopped and pulled out of you, hooking his arm around you and pulling you onto his lap on the couch. 

“You’re going to show me just how much you’ve earned it.” Eddie smacked your ass, prompting you to raise your hips from his and slam yourself down onto his dick. Eddie groaned as your pace quickened, your wetness gathering at the base of his dick. You grabbed Eddie’s hands and guided them to your boobs, he squeezed and you moaned his name, he growled beneath you feeling you clench around him. You bounced on him, breathless and needy to come but never quite reaching the high until you could tell Eddie was getting close, his breath becoming ragged and chest flushing as you rode him. 

He flipped you onto your back on his couch, holding your legs to your chest as he slid back into you, he felt bigger like this, everything was more intense. His thumb went to your clit rubbing as you watched his dick slide in and out of you, unable to look away. 

“Come on baby, I want you to come for me” Eddie cooed down at you, smirking at your fucked out state. Eddie snapped his hips angle so each thrust hit your g-spot deliciously. Your breath became ragged and a strangled moan escaped your lips at his hardest thrust, you felt yourself gush onto his dick, the wet sounds filling the room. 

“EddieEddieEddie” you moaned over and over as Eddies thrusts became sloppy and he pulled you closer, a harsh groan falling from his lips. 

“Want me to fill you full of my come darlin’?” You looked up at Eddie with doe eyes and nodded, biting your lip. It sent Eddie over the edge as he came, squeezing your neck tight before collapsing on top of you. 

You both cleaned up and sat at his table having a drink and eating the dinner you brought over. Eddie couldn’t stop smiling at you. 

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry I ignored you the way I did. It just hit me how much I like you and I was struggling to accept it. It’s one thing to sleep with someone so much younger but I want something more with you, if-if thats what you want.” Eddie looked anxious as the confession fell from his lips. You tucked a piece of hair behind his ear and grabbed his hand to hold it. 

“I want something more too.” you whispered before kissing him slowly, tongue invading his mouth as you pulled him closer. 

“I’m yours and you are mine” Eddie whispered before kissing you deeply.

[munson-blurbs]

Hello! I stumbled upon your “meet-cute post” and thought it was really cool, so here’s my request :)

I’m Lauren, my pronouns are she/her, and I’d like to be paired with Eddie Munson. I’m an INFP enneagram 4w5, I’m awkward, anxious, creative, quirky, caring and shy. I love listening to music of all sorts of genres, reading and thrifting.

I hope you have fun writing these requests and thank you for doing this 🩷

You meet Eddie while thrifting with your roommate, Robin!

CW: Eddie is initially a bit of a grump WC: 625 Divider credit to @hellfire--cult

“I’m telling you,” you said to your new roommate, Robin, as you opened the door to the thrift store. “They have the best stuff. I’ve already been here, like, five times.”

Robin laughed incredulously. “You’ve only lived in Hawkins for two weeks, and you’ve been here five times?”

“I didn’t ask to be judged,” you huffed, but a smile betrayed your feigned annoyance. Moving to a new town and starting a new job was definitely overwhelming, but it helped that you’d quickly befriended your roommate. “But yes. And now you get to see it for yourself.”

It was no surprise that you’d found a thrift store almost immediately after moving. Whether you were in your hometown or exploring somewhere new, you always managed to find a secondhand store to find one-of-kind trinkets. It felt like fitting the final piece of a puzzle. 

So when Robin had made a comment that morning about wanting a bookshelf but not paying an arm and a leg for it, you knew exactly where to go. 

You made a beeline for the furniture section without allowing yourself to browse the clothing aisles; you were here for Robin and her bookshelf, and you couldn’t be distracted. 

Until you saw it: a record player, the wood a shiny cherry red, in near-pristine condition. 

“I’ll be right back,” you mumbled, not waiting for Robin to acknowledge your absence. 

You had a record collection back at the apartment of different albums you’d acquired over the years. Everything from Elvis to Johnny Cash to Madonna sat in a box that had yet to be unpacked. You ran your fingers over the corner where there was the tiniest chip, and imagined the sounds of music filling your room, melodic and harmonious—

“Son of a bitch!” A frustrated voice yanked you from your daydream. 

You whipped around to see a guy, right around your age, standing behind you. He was scowling at you, his denim jacket-clad arms crossed in front of his chest. 

“Um, sorry, is this—were you going to buy it?” Heat rushed through your body. Had you been too hasty in your excitement?

The man’s expression softened when he saw your nervousness. It was then that you realized how good-looking he was. His frizzy curls formed a halo around his face, juxtaposed by the faded devil emblem on his shirt. 

“No. I mean, yeah, I was, but you—it’s yours,” he stammered. Cocking his head to the side, he studied you for a moment before asking, “do we know each other?”

You shook your head. “I just moved here. That’s why my roommate and I are shopping; we’re supposed to be getting new furniture. Well, she is,” you sheepishly amended. “I’m supposed to be helping her, not finding more stuff for myself.”

He laughed. “Listen, you take the record player. I’ll find one another time.”

“I really don’t need it.” 

“Well, neither do I.” The corners of his mouth quirked up into a smile. “But it would be a shame if it went to the home of someone who was just going to let it sit in the corner. Or worse…” He raised his brows. “Someone who’ll use it to listen to disco.”

Your mouth dropped open in protest. “Don’t knock ABBA till you’ve tried them!”

“Oh, my God.” He scoffed and chewed on his lower lip in consideration. “All right, how about this: we split custody. That way she’s exposed to good music and,” he grimaced, “ABBA.”

You stuck out your hand. “Deal.”

He accepted your offer, shaking your hand. His grip was firm but gentle, and he let his fingers linger against yours for an extra beat.

“I’m Eddie, by the way.” He tucked his hands in his pockets. “You got a name, co-parent?”

--

[luvrxbunny]

eddie is towering over you, caging your body with his as he fucks you

but his hair is like a curtain, partially blocking the prettiest view, you.

so he keeps tucking it behind his ear until you pull it back into a pony tail for him, holding it in place with your hand as he ruts into you.

[leasstories]

Unexpected deal

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Trigger warnings: Mention of weed

WC:  0.7K

Eddie can’t believe his eyes. He just got a note from his crush, you, in his locker. Okay, it is a business note, a note to buy from him, but he never imagined this day would come. You and Eddie run in different crowds: he is well… a freak and you are a theater kid as well as a goody two shoes. You wanting to buy weed is, to say the least, surprising, but Eddie would never pass on an opportunity to see you. The only thing that makes him nervous is that the meeting with you is in an hour. Eddie does not know he can psychologically prepare himself to face his crush alone.

Eddie noticed you the first time you set foot at Hawkins High and ever since, Eddie was head over heels. Eddie is usually a confident person, well except when it comes to you. You make him nervous, hence why he never got the courage to talk to you. But now, you are handing it to him on a silver platter, you initiated contact and Eddie needs to find a way to ask you out.

Eddie is so excited (but also nervous) that he goes to the meeting point thirty minutes early. Eddie sits at the picnic table in the woods and prepares a plastic baggie of weed for you when he gets an idea. He knows, he won’t be able to ask you out, at least not out loud. That’s how Eddie ended up taking a marker out of his metal lunchbox and started scribbling the following words on the plastic baggie: Want to go out on a date? Once it’s done, Eddie proudly smiles to himself.

About five minutes after the bell rang, Eddie hears leaves scrunching behind him. He turns around and sees you, shyly walking towards him. Eddie gets up and smiles at you.

“Hey!” he says.

“Hi,” you answer, waving shyly at him. Eddie can also see that you are nervous.

“Nothing to worry about Sweetheart.” He tells you reassuringly, as if he had read your mind.

“Sorry…” you say, looking down at your feet. “I just never did that…”

“Don’t worry. It’s okay. It is like any other sale.” Eddie starts. “Except no receipt and cash only. Uh… for obvious reasons.” Eddie continues.

You nod in answer. Truth is, you are not only nervous about the sale, Eddie himself is also making you nervous. You have had a crush on him for a while, and knowing he was the only dealer who sold to the Hawkins Hugh crowd almost dissuaded you from buying. Eddie cuts your train of thoughts.

“Before giving you anything, may I ask why you decided to buy weed?” Eddie curiously asks. Before it doesn’t seem like you and deep down, you, suddenly deciding to buy weed worried him a little.

“I have troubles sleeping and I heard that weed can help.” You tell him earnestly but still shy.

“It can help.” Eddie says truthfully.

“How much do I owe you?” you ask, taking your wallet out.

“Free sample.” Eddie answers, taking the baggie he prepared for you out of his metal lunchbox.

“Oh no, really I can pay.” You say, embarrassed.

“I insist, it’s on the house.” Eddie insists.

“Thank you.” You say, blushing.

Eddie tosses the plastic baggie of weed at you and waiting for your reaction to the words scribbled on the bag.

Eddie can see you blush as you read the words. You shyly sway from one foot to the other, shyly smiling and biting your lip.

“I- I’d really like that.” You answer quietly.

Eddie grins from ear to ear.

“Really?!” he exclaims a bit too loud.

“Really.” You confirm. “I really like the way you asked me out by the way.” You confess.

“I’m glad you did!” Eddie says, blushing.

“When?” you ask.

“Would tomorrow after class be fine?” Eddie nervously asks.

“Perfect.” You answer, still shy.

“That’s a date. Picking you up at Hawkins High, on the parking lot. I drive a van, the only van in the parking lot. Tomorrow after class.” Eddie says, smiling.

“See you tomorrow Eddie” you say with a smile and a small wave.

Once you left, Eddie fist bumps the air. Meanwhile, you walk towards your home, holding the plastic baggie close to your heart.

I HAVE GOT A DATE WITH EDDIE MUNSON! You think to yourself.

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